Sunday, January 10, 2010

Lobster Night in the Maritimes - what a way to say goodbye!

This isn't as much of a how to cook lobster as much as a very fitting way to say goodbye to the place I've called home for the past 7 years. We recently moved out of the Maritimes into the big bad city for the next year while my husband works on his Master's degree and I take maternity leave (baby's due next month). One of the last things we did was have a seafood night with some wonderful friends of ours. We picked up the oysters, they picked up the lobsters! (The guys also did some oyster shots with lemon and seafood sauce - not my thing, but they like it)If you haven't heard about the plight of the local lobster fishermen, CBC ran a great story on it as many, many people decided to get their Christmas lobster right off the wharf this year. You can read about it here.And eat lobster we did! I've never seen lobsters the size of these ones before. Oh they were so delicious. We let the kids see them and play with them on the kitchen floor for a while first. I did get some lovely pictures of that, but part of my new blogging policy is to be very vigilant on the pictures I post of my kids and their friends for privacy and safety purposes. Our friend Larry got this huge pot of water going to a roaring boil on the deck, while his wife Luan and I made melted garlic butter on the kitchen stove. Once the water is going, you just drop them in and cook them until their shells turn nice and red.Getting into the shells was another story. These were not your average crack the lobster open with lobster tools. We had to get some serious tools out to crack these claws and tails open.The meat was delicious dipped in the garlic butter and so filling! We had so much meat left over. I don't know what our friends did with theirs, but I ended up making mine into a manicotti that I'll post soon.My dear husband with the lobster before cooking.

Oh, this reminds me of when my son wanted to cook lobster when he was thirteen. I brought them home from culinary school (easier to order and cheaper then), but when it came to dropping them into the pot, he ran and I had to murder them, but they were delish.